Zhou Dachu, the ghost of the river, took the handwritten letter replied by Chongzhen, and met the young marshal Zuo Mengeng.

Zuo Mengeng was very happy in his heart, and let Ziyang Zhenren read the letter. Sure enough, there are the words of Emperor Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty, and it is also covered with Zhu Youzhen's jade seal.

Ziyang Zhenren's slightly purple face showed a look of hesitation, "Young marshal, as long as the puppet emperor Chongzhen dares to go to Hanyang Peak, the poor Dao will let him have no return."

At this time, the two saints of Maoshan said: "The real person has such a certainty, of course we are happy, but the internal strength of this Emperor Wu of the Ming Dynasty is unfathomable, and it is ashamed to say that our two saints of Maoshan are planted in his hands, if the real person can avenge us, we are grateful."

"Haha, the two saints are polite." Ziyang Zhenren smiled.

"Immortal Chief, the word saint, we don't dare to say in front of you, you are the real saint." Ouyang Chu and Ouyang Zhidao.

Seeing that Zuo Mengeng and the two sages of Maoshan regarded Ziyang Zhenren as immortals, the abbot of Bao'en Temple silently pursed his lips and laughed dryly, "Emperor Wu of the Ming Dynasty Chongzhen cultivated unfathomable, and in three days from Hanyang Peak, the real person must be fully prepared, but don't have a one in thousands of miles."

"Old Abbot, how can you grow the ambition of others and destroy our prestige?" Ouyang Chu said, "Ziyang Zhenren's mana is boundless, in terms of martial arts cultivation, that is a master of the 4th layer of the Gang Qi Realm, absolutely foolproof, abbot, please rest assured."

"Hahaha, what a 4th layer of the Gang Qi Realm," Wu Shen said disapprehantly, "Don't say it too much, Emperor Wu of the Great Ming Dynasty has a half-immortal body, and no one knows how high his martial arts cultivation is."

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Wu Shen, what do you mean by this?" Ziyang Zhenren's face couldn't be hung up, and he stood up in a moment, glaring at Wu Shen angrily.

Everyone else is touting him, but at this time, Wu Shen is doubting him, no wonder Lao Dao is angry.

"Amitabha." Wu Shen sneered, "The real person is annoyed and angry, the old man is just expressing his opinion, and he is not allowed to speak up!"

Wu Shen's eyes widened as he spoke.

The poor monk is also the future national teacher of Nanming, the two saints of Maoshan and Ziyang Zhenren, what are you doing?

The two sages of Maoshan boasted that they were godlike at that time, but what was the result? Both of them were defeated and fled, and they were embarrassed!

Now there is a Ziyang real person again, and he has become a god again, I don't know how much ability he has, the poor monk was even more crazy than you.

But the result? And Lu Qing of the Demon Sect, how capable is that? Didn't he become a defeated subordinate of Emperor Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty?

"The two of them, both of them are their own family members, and they don't say a word."

"Yes, yes, the enemy is now, if you two hurt the harmony, it will be a joke to spread it."

The two veterans of the two immortal temples of Laolongshan hurriedly played a round.

Wu Shen said aggrievedly: "Daochang He, Daochang Zhang, you guys are commenting on this reason, the poor monk's kindness is just a reminder, what's wrong with this? Several of Lao Qu's apprentices, Ma Luan, the commander of Jinyiwei, Hun Sen, and the named disciple Lu Qing, were all defeated at the hands of Emperor Wu of the Ming Dynasty, and they were killed and wounded, and Lao Qu just said that Emperor Wu of the Ming Dynasty was a demonic figure, and Lao Ke had no malicious intent?"

"The abbot said a few words." Master Hami and Zen Master Tuotuo also followed suit, and at this time, Zen Master Tuotuo's injury had healed.

In the battle of Hukou, Shaolin abbot Yuantong's palm almost killed him, thanks to Ziyang Zhenren to treat his injuries, to this Ziyang Zhenren, Tuotuo Zen Master is grateful from the heart.

But he felt that what Wu Shen said had a certain truth, Emperor Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty was indeed a demonic existence.

How many masters were sure to win before they started with him, including himself, his martial arts cultivation was the realm of true qi realm perfection, and Master Hami, but they all failed.

Not to mention others, Master Hami's mana is boundless, he is a master of the Gang Qi Realm, he can play with his intestines around his neck, just this trick, who can do it?

But in the end, he lost a mess in front of Chongzhen, and he actually took out his heart.

It's so thunderous!

There are also the two saints of Maoshan, the holy hand of gold and stone, and the flying dragon in the sky, which are all half-immortals

Body.

But none of them turned out to be the opponents of Emperor Wu of the Ming Dynasty.

Now this Ziyang Zhenren, I really don't know what he is capable of, and it is no wonder that Lao Luo still doubts him.

Zuo Mengeng interjected at this time, "Old Luohan, we know your feelings, your relatives died at the hands of the Ming puppet emperor, and you came all the way from Nanjing to Jiujiang, your heart is uncomfortable, and you are afraid of losing the battle again, which we can all understand."

"But this time, old Arhat, please rest assured, you haven't seen the methods of Ziyang Zhenren, if you want to see it, you won't say it again, hahaha......

Wu Shen said: "Young marshal, in this way, it is the old man who is lonely and unheard, I hope that the real person of Ziyang can succeed this time, and the old man is waiting to celebrate the real person's congratulations."

Ziyang Zhenren couldn't hold it on his face this time, it seems that he will plant it in public without showing his hands today, not to mention others, only the abbot of Bao'en Temple, Wu Shen didn't put himself in his eyes.

Thinking of this, Ziyang Zhenren smiled indifferently and said to Wu Shen: "The old Arhat reminded him right, but the poor Dao is a little irritable, and the poor Dao will apologize to the old Arhat."

When Ziyang Zhenren said this, he suddenly stretched out two fingers, and there were two golden lights on his fingers, slashing at his neck, and with a bang, the sound of a sharp sword cutting flesh came out.

Ziyang Zhenren's head flew up.

Ziyang Zhenren had no head, and sat there like no one else.

"I hope the old Arhat will forgive me."

The head left Ziyang Zhenren's body, but he was still talking, and what was even more strange was that there was no trace of blood on either this head or Ziyang Zhenren's neck.

This time, everyone was shocked, including Wu Shen, how big his mouth was open.

The three ghosts of Xunjiang moved even more, and the three of them sat on the ground in shock, trembling, and wanted to escape.

At this time, Ziyang Zhenren's head flew around the room, and finally returned to Ziyang Zhenren's neck, and then looked at his head and neck, there was no trace.

"Hahaha," Ziyang Zhenren looked at the surprised look of others, especially when he saw Wu Shen stunned into a mud tire, Ziyang Zhenren laughed.

"Real person, you are so polite, the poor monk is convinced, it's all blamed on the poor monk's short-sightedness, you don't care about the villain, the prime minister's stomach can support the boat......" Wu Shen apologized to Ziyang Zhenren vigorously, and didn't know what to say.

"The old Arhat is too humble, we are all a family, there is no need to be like this, the poor Dao will definitely not go to his heart, and after three days, the poor Dao will be Chongzhen's head to avenge the disciples of the old Arhat." Ziyang is really humane.

"Thank you for the real person, the old man is grateful......" Wu Shen was convinced.

Three days are in the blink of an eye. Early in the morning of this day, Zuo Mengeng took 9 martial arts masters including Ziyang Zhenren Wu Shen to Hanyang Peak in Lushan.

Dozens of miles away, and within an hour, the 10 of them appeared at Hanyang Peak.

Emperor Wu of the Ming Dynasty Chongzhen